Not a bad dream? Damn

I couldn’t help but hold my breath as a flash of what just happened blinded me for a moment. Groaning, I quickly pinch myself to make sure I’m not having another weird dream, and of course I ended up doing it too hard and cut myself with my nail, causing blood to slightly bead its way onto my skin. “Ow, damnit, why couldn’t it be some stupid dream and with none of this nonesense happening!?” I accidently yelled out, causing my partner-in-crime to give me a look that clearly read,’how stupid are you?’

I glared at him and he started laughing. “Come on Milly, it really isn’t that bad.” I, in return, gave him what I hoped was an even harsher glare. He really didn’t know how to take things seriously, and I desperately wished he would for at least this problem.

“Yeah, well, it will be when the cops find out,” I grumbled out, immediately feeling light push on my arm.

“You’re so dramatic sometimes, it’s just a few dead bodies~”